“G? Are you coming?” Kiyah shouted from the bathroom.
“I’ll be right there,” I said as I called Kieran.
“I’m offended that it took gossip for you to return my call. The building could’ve been on fire.”
“Last I checked, I didn’t have a fire truck, hose, or a Dalmatian. What do you mean Kiyah’s type is politicians?”
“Guess who is in the office right now.”
“I don’t have time for fucking guessing games, Wesley,” I snapped.
“Geez, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
I was painfully aware that my blood pressure was climbing by the way my carotid thumped in my neck.
“G?”
I muted Kieran and yelled, “Give me a minute!” I whispered ‘damn’ under my breath. The last thing I wanted to deal with was Kiyah with an attitude. I unmuted Kieran and had to stop him to tell him to take it from the top.
“Do you know who Thaddeus Branson Jr. is?”
“Of course. He is on the fast track to becoming the youngest governor of Texas. Why?”
“He showed up to the office with Kiyah’s phone and, if I’m being honest, a charming bouquet of flowers.”
My jaw clenched so hard that I’d break my porcelain crown if I didn’t ease up.
“Flowers, huh?”
“And her cell phone,” he added.
“Do me a favor, Little Bro.”
“Anything,” he replied eagerly.
“Keep the governor hopeful there. I want to have a little chat with him.”
“Grant,” he sighed. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what?” I asked, tugging on whatever I could find.
“Pulling the overprotective big brother card and running him off. He seems really nice—the complete opposite of the assholes I’m sure Kiyah’s been with. Maybe he’ll be a good influence on her, and she’ll stick around.”
“You’re exaggerating as usual. I’ll be there in ten minutes. I needed to swing by the office to leave Casey instructions anyway. I can kill two birds with one stone.”
“He’s speaking with Daisy now, so he’ll be here a minute. She never shuts up.”
Look who’s talking.
“God help him if Nori shows up for a surprise visit.”
“I don’t even think God could help him. That girl has a vicious jealous streak.”
“I’ll be there soon,” I confirmed, hanging up the phone as I slipped on a pair of tennis shoes. I poked my head into the bathroom and raised my voice to be heard over the shower’s spray. “I have to swing by the office. I’ll be back soon!”
“What? Grant! You promised—”
I left before she could finish the rest of her sentence.